Meetings

[begrimed]

Behind an ever traveling emerald green door (you'll find it when you really need it, but it never seems to be in the same place in the palace) lies a quaint office, often slightly ajar with a few notes of music beckoning guests inside.

In the center of the room lies an ornate cedar wood desk, cluttered but just short of messy, with various sheet music piled on top. The bookcases on each side are in a similar state, books shelved away neatly were it not for the lack of any semblance of alphabetization.

The boss of this domain can often be found with his feet up with no regard for decorum; a casual enough atmosphere for casual enough chats, surely.

Those who venture into the palace to seek out the emerald green door will find it's different than usual, sturdier, with a particularly bright sheen and emblazoned with an insignia.

The door is also always closed, though whether it's locked or not depends on when you visit.

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hello it is i.

[incompletely]

[ Tenn really hates that things are coming down to this, but he's desperate to make sure Riku makes it out of this alive. Riku absolutely can't do that without his medications, though, so Tenn's going to have to swallow his pride and approach the shitstain himself.

He knocks on Hamelin's door to alert him of his presence -- a silent way of asking for permission to come in, also. He won't say anything, though. ]

:>

[begrimed]

Oooh, my first guess? Come in, come in!

[ Tenn better because Hamelin ain't opening the door. Feet up on the desk he really does seem to just be chilling here. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[Sunday afternoon, Suga knocks on the door.

Yes, he realizes that it's ajar and he could just go in, but maybe he doesn't want to play fast and loose with the rules of politeness when it comes to their captor. He'd rather not have Spiders 2.0 today, thank you.]

[begrimed]

[ But who doesn't want more spiders!

The music stops shortly after the knock—it doesn't do to just off into the middle of a piece like that. ]

Welcome! Is this about the paper? Tomorrow, tomorrow—I'm a piper not a magician.

sunday, evening

[mearry]

[ it's late in the evening when c-ta finds the green door. he looks to the sides to make sure that no one is there, and walks in.

though he has been trying to keep his head up and act cool and laid back, the truth is that he's rather frustrated. tense. he gives hamelin a cold look. ]

Looks like you're having fun. [ he glances at the music on the desk. ] Do you compose or something?

[begrimed]

Well, yeah who wouldn't be?

[ Probably a lot of people smh. ]

That's a fancy way of saying it, but right again. [ A quirk of his head that asks "what of it?" ]

Sunday

[sempiternel]

[ The strange door wasn't there when Yuri had arrived at the royal archives earlier. When exactly it appeared during her visit, she doesn't know. Maybe it has kept her company the entire time and she has just missed it. Eventually, soft notes break through her concentration.

A mysterious door appearing out of nowhere, that's surely the plot nudging her to follow. It's even slightly ajar in an invitation to enter. She approaches it, resigned but not fearful, knocking gently twice before pushing the door open enough to peek inside. ]

... Hello, there, my lord. May we speak a little more?

[begrimed]

[ Well when she peeks she'll find Hamelin probably closer than she expected. Apparently for her, it's worth for him to get the door? ]

Fraulein, how could I say no? [ He steps aside to let her in with a warm smile. ]

...but if you call me lord, I just might have to. If you're big on titles, don will do.

week 1 | first night

[scythegun]

[Yeager's been quiet today. Laying low isn't really is preferred method of handling things, but there are too many unknowns in the situation and he's not exactly inclined to jump first and ask questions later - not right now, anyway. He didn't exactly plan on seeking out Hamelin, but when he happens to see the green door, he decides he might as well drop on by. It's not too late when he knocks on said door. He'll at least be polite enough to wait for permission to enter instead of barging in.]

[begrimed]

Come in, come in! You really are all pretty polite for a group that claimed I kidnapped them and threatened to murder me.

[ Not that it seems to bother him anyway, he's sitting at his desk throwing an apple back and forth between his hands. Yeager's welcome to take a seat if he wants, there is a free chair. ]

Monday, week one.

[goldencave]

[ Good afternoon. Norton's visiting you with that note about the ballroom in his hand and a stern look on his face. ]

Hey, what's this about acting out a fairy tale?

[begrimed]

Hm? What about it?

[ He's sitting on his desk, papers in hand and all around him. ]

Week 1 Monday

[eternaljune]

[Questions about her situation nag at the back of Rika's mind. She doesn't think it'd be a great idea to confide in a lot of the people here about her world, but...the person who brought her here might have some answers.]

[Rika walks into the office with a serious stare, her voice uncharacteristically deep compared to her normal tone.]

I take it you're not busy.

[begrimed]

Not particularly but—why such a scary face, fraulein?

[ If she wants to take a seat there is one, Hamelin's just lounging at his desk himself. ]

[lastreward]

[ Comes knocking in~ ] Hi, I have a question!

[begrimed]

What is it, fraulein?

[ Take a seat if you like, Hamelin is just lounging in his chair. ]

WEDNESDAY;

[oversaw]

[ He hasn't seen Hamelin since the slap. Part of that comes from being unaccustomed to counting days. His age renders time a vague construct; unreal in some ways, fleeting in others, and unending in more.

Had he a free hand, he would knock at the door. As is, he stands in the doorway with two saucers and cups in hand. Both emit a pleasant aroma. ]

Hamelin. I came to ask you a question—and to ask if you would like a cup of coffee.

[begrimed]

Is that an angel I hear?

[ A momentary burst of laughter. ]

Come in, come in! I'm more of a wine kind of guy, but I hear that's in short supply nowadays.

[ He won't be getting up but surely Lucifer can manage even with the coffee. Luckily, there is a seat for the primarch too because standing and drinking coffee is just awkward. ]

[libirdian]

[ Nageki doesn't even fully enter the room before he starts asking his question, only half leaning over the open doorframe. ]

Sir, do you have any book recommendations?

[begrimed]

You know, despite being a Piper I never imagined the day a bird would call me sir.

[ Leans over from his desk to see said bird! ]

You're really askin' me this without knowin' my taste in books at all? Ah, the trust!

Post-Trial, Week 1

[biyishuangfei]

[ Going to his room was actually a lie.

Huaisang will go looking for the emerald green door, and peer his head in if its open? ]

[begrimed]

[ It is! ]

Welcome, welcome. Did you miss my face already? [ Step in to his somewhat unruly office in which there's just sheet music all over his desk and he's lounging in his chair with terrible posture.

There's a chair for Huaisang if he wants it! ]

Friday Night | Week 1

[sempiternel]

[ It's a lucky thing that the door is there when Yuri needs it to be. She doesn't want to stand in the open crying like this - massive, angry tears rolling down her puffy cheeks.

Once she sees the door, she will push it open, hoping he'll have it ajar for her again. He had said before to take advantage of what she has, and she has him, and she needs a place to cry and reflect that isn't so close to everyone else. ]

[begrimed]

[ He does have the door ajar again, and he visibly does a doubletake when he sees what kind of state she's in. Like before he gets up and closes it as soon as she's inside, though he doesn't sit this time and stands against one of his bookcases instead. ]

Fraulein. Shouldn't you be visiting with anyone else right now?

week 2, sunday

[incompletely]

[ knock knock motherfucker ]

[begrimed]

[ How soon is this after execution? ]

[sans_merci]

 

[begrimed]

[ It was such a pretty red. And now that this place was finally empty, Hamelin could actually enjoy it. He crouched down next to the corpse, running a finger through the puddles of blood, creating errant red strands on the mirrored floor.

Fun. fun. fun. fun. fun. this was fun. Ah, he regretted not seeing the actual murder of Samidare himself, but that's what all his little eyes and ears were for. More whispers to add to his head, long past a full orchestra, having overflowed into a grotesque cacophony of sound. It was fine, it didn't matter, how long ago had it been since anything had mattered?

Right, right all he had to do was just listen. Listen to the voice in his head, the voice all around him, and it would all be what: fine? He barked out laughter at the thought, nothing was ever fine. But he had been a good enough piece that—Yuri. Raven. No, he wasn't even going to think about them because if he did—

Ah. ]

Hey, hey you're not gonna be shy now are you? Or is it because of how nosy they were? I'm sure they thought you're plenty beautiful!

Sunday, 2:30AM, Week 1

[biyishuangfei]

[ Huaisang snuck back on Sunday late in the night.

Was Hamelin in? And if not, was the door unlocked? ]

[begrimed]

[ Huaisang...is in luck. Hamelin is not in right now and although the door is closed, it's unlocked. ]

Week 2, Monday evening

[vogelfrei]

[ The first week had been a lot of getting their bearings - but with the format of murder and trial entirely clarified, McGillis begins to ease into his new role and its expectations.

This means it is time to hassle Hamelin some more because McGillis still has a lot of questions. Most of them are not things he needs to know, but does that really matter? His interest is still legitimate.

And this, here he is, making himself comfortable on the other chair in the room. ]

'Evening, Hamelin. How are you enjoying your show now that the first arc has concluded?

[begrimed]

Hahaha, well enough, well enough Gil! It's always special when the ball really gets rollin'.

[ Hamelin for his part is just lounging in his chair with a smirk. ]

And what 'bout you? Have you been gettin' used to your role?

W2: Monday

[heroicact]

[Green calls to green calls to green, crisp and close layers of them like foliage in an enchanted wood; between Jack's own shades of green and everything that has been added since, the trill of music is almost overkill, but makes him smile once he decides to follow it.

It really is about time he got Hamelin for a private chat, just the two of them; McGillis is a useful partner, and an interesting foil while they're the both of them feeling out the rhythms and keys of their host, searching for the edges and outlines of this tale.

But that's neither here nor there.

It's perhaps surprisingly early Monday when he comes a-calling, slipping into the room with the sun, lazily adjusting his many layers to a semblance of order. It wouldn't do, after all, to have too much sleep to spare this week. He knocks, but it's soft and perfunctory. Is the host awake or waking?]

[begrimed]

[ Waking would imply he sleeps in his office and there is nary a bed in sight. (Or maybe perhaps he sleeps at his desk like some kind of workaholic or someone who just straight up hates his spine? This meta will tell no secrets of that sort.) This morning it is decidedly the former, a somewhat orderly line of sheet music fanned out on his desk. ]

Good morning, good morning! [ He'll wait for Jack to enter and close the door. ]

Though it might be an awful morning? For everyone else that is! I just finished our song.

[ Jack would have heard it on his way in, though for him it is a simple melody and not a bringer of dreams or terrors. ]

Week 2: Wednesday

[demonicwei]

[ Follow this link... ]

Thursday Evening | Week 2

[sempiternel]

[ Today has been a day that has felt like a week; Yuri has learned so much and doesn't feel any better for all of the knowledge she's gained. On top of that, there were the nightmares - then the dreams that were just as cruel. She's just... so, so tired. But she resolves herself to finish the day with a visit to Hamelin. She needs to see him.

She arrives with a gentle knock and a small, burlap sack. ]

[begrimed]

[ He answers with a perfunctory but cheerful "Come in!", but once he sees its Yuri, he opens the door for her like he has the past two times. ]

My lady comes calling, I see. [ He tilts his head slightly at the sack she's brought with her, but he waits for her to speak up first. ]

Week 2 - idk maybe thursday before murder?!

[faentasy]

[Ferry sits in the shop and adamantly refuses to get any wine for Hamelin, take one

But no, she's around and just on the counter counting up her sweet sweet profits from the week, not really taking heed of whoever might barge in.]

[begrimed]

[ :(.

Early Thursday Hamelin is not busy, because late Thursday he has a very important date with a special someone! That then got interrupted by murder and also is only a date because that's what he decided to call it but let's not get into the details.

Anyway here he is, popping in to check on his favorite (only) shopkeeper fairy because this is something he should theoretically be doing because bosses check on their workers. He's just. Lazy. Everyone here gives him way too much credit. ]

You're one hell of a salesma-sales fairy? Close 'nough.

[Week 2, Sunday - post-execution]

[mirrite]

[To his credit, Marcus is calm as he approaches the door, but that's a sign of just how deadly serious he is about this. Gone is the casual attitude, the glib remarks, replaced by a cold fury that lights his eyes from within.

He doesn't even knock, just shoving that slightly-ajar door open without so much as an "excuse me" and stalking right on in, looking around for the office's occupant.]

[begrimed]

[ Hamelin isn't at his desk, he's standing over by the bookshelves when Marcus walks in. ]

Good evening, good evening! What can I do for you? Need a shoulder to cry on cause you sent an innocent lady to her death?

week 3, monday

[gemuinemanagement]

[Candyland? Really?

It doesn't matter. Anything Hamelin provides is no more than a distraction to entertain them in between murders. Something has to be done, and Suga is just reckless enough and just uncaring of his own safety enough to do it.

He peeks in the slightly open door, making sure his unsheathed iron sword isn't visible from inside. He'll probably only get one shot at this, so he'd better make it count.]

[begrimed]

Come in, don't be shy! [ Hamelin's at his desk busying himself with something in one of his drawers. ]

Week 3, Monday evening

[biyishuangfei]

[ As soon as the effects had been happening again, NHS was not a happy camper.

...Unfortunately those effects meant he was more irritated than usual at a certain someone, so it made him decide to want to talk to him about it. ]

Hamelin! What is with all of this?!

[begrimed]

What's what? You don't like sweets?

[ Smiling innocently. ]

week 3 | monday afternoon

[scythegun]

[Last week was a bit of a weird one for Yeager, but he did intend to stop by to chat with Hamelin some more at some point. Today's as good a day for that as any, particularly because he's had some time to settle after the trial and executions. It's late in the afternoon when he swings by, knocking on the door again and waiting for permission to enter.]

making this before suga does his best~

[begrimed]

Come in! [ Hamelin is rummaging through one of his desk with something when Yeager steps in, and he smiles. ]

I'd say this was a surprise, but that's more of what happened Friday, isn't it?

tuesday afternoon

[gemuinemanagement]

[Well okay he wasn't going to complain about this but then Hamelin had to make that rule particularly snide and so Suga's going to make different bad life choices.

He opens the door with his foot again. His hands are in front of him and empty - no sword today. Besides, he's still got the bandages from last time.]

suga...

[begrimed]

[ Hamelin has some bandages wrapped around his abdomen too, kinda hard to hide when you walk around with your midriff exposed like he does. As soon as he sees its Suga, he curls up a bit in laughter. ]

Givin' me a chance to say hi this time? How generous of you!